And you know she is death
and you know she is dreaming
drowning out the sky with disillusioned blackness
and she is raw-tipped danger
not yet a woman
but she was never a girl, either
and she watches you
oh, she watches you

she has no claws but she is in your skin

she is the daughter of fear and fury
and there is red-edged slaughter
dripping from her fingertips

but,
but when she sings
the murder in her settles
turns into a softer thing you could see to call love

[You once suggested she
be put down
before her hurricane self
shreds everyone with her broken bladed hate.

You still don't know if you made the right choice.]

There was a tiny light in her
Flickering
Inside her bruised darkness
And you thought you could save her

Now you stand in the ruins
Of the future that you, she, everyone had hoped to build
And she wears speckled blood like a decoration
It seeping into her clothes and turning them brown brown brown
And that blood is on your hands, too

You abandon her
And she whispers, "you will regret not killing me."

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AN: I just want everyone to be happy ;^;